"The old Duke Lewellton is the first good wizard to descend to the people. That's why the duchy's authority is so great."
we opened our eyes wide and nodded.
"Isn't the status of a family determined by the king, but by the presence of a wizard?"
"Ah, everything is ambiguous. The duke's family is a symbol in the kingdom. The duke provided many magical services to the kingdom. So he got a lot as a reward."
"For example?"
"Exclusive rights. The right to make products, the right to sell products. The right to import certain materials. The right belongs to the duke family and is intertwined with various interests, so even the royal family can never confiscate it. "
The message was clear: your father is impossibly rich.
Leticia nodded. Zion rose and pulled back.
"It's time to prepare dinner. I'll go to the kitchen."
"Dinner dessert..."
"Chocolate cake."
I nodded quickly. Zion recalled with a smile:
'Poetry, writing poetry...'
We lay down on the pillows and began to write poetry. The heat from the fireplace quickly began to fade.
We started writing, and after a while Leticia fell asleep. See her I also fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt someone moving my body. I yawned and rubbed my eyes.
"You're home, Dad." "Welcome home."
A hashish smile crept across his lips. Red eyes looked down at us as we lay in his arms. My body was floating in the air. These are the hands of the father.
"Why does my baby get lighter and lighter? When does she get heavier and when does she grow up?"
Collen whispered languidly.
"I'm already very heavy. Whenever Marianne comes, she says I have grown up."
"Well, if you look back, when you first came to this house, you were very little. You were so cute then."
"Do you want me to stay small?"
"A little chick could never escape the nest."
Collen opened the door and laid us down on the bed in Leticia's room.
"Dinner is coming soon. Change your clothes and come."
"Yes."
we nodded.
As we lay in front of the fireplace, our hair got tangled and our clothes were dishevelled.
Collen, who took Leticia and Selena to her room and went to his room to change his clothes, made his way to Zion.
Zion was reading something at that time.
"What is it, Zion?"
"Ah, master. Nothing, it's nothing."
Why is Zion behaving this way? He was always like a statue. The statue has no emotional ups and downs.
The qualitative changes were too obvious to Duke's eyes.
"You are weird. Hurry up and give it to me."
"I was just trying to bring their homework to her room."
"...Homework? Ah, the tutor seems to give homework too. Did you steal it?"
Zion's cheeks flushed.
"I didn't steal."
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